He gave a push

(895)  Kabe tumi rauniyechile

When had You made bright
The very heart of humankind?
You'd given a push and made us swing,
A push You had given.

Even still the bees relate that story;
The wind carries the same report.
Day and night, soul-penetrating,
That tale is told in meditation.

In storm's caprice is just its hint;
In meteors, its revelation.
With but its tint the sky is colored;
Sky dances to its rhythmic beat.

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Soul of our soul

(894)  Sabai tomay prabhu

Master, with respect to You, everybody,
Everybody wants You near.
You exist in every atom, every molecule;
But knowing that, it's still not understood.

We seek You in the distant heavens and in refreshing winds,
In the meaning of the stars and in the flowers' fragrance.
We search not in the heart, in undiluted beauty adorned;
And so, crying, we grieve and die in utter disappointment.

You're circumscribed by name and form, and You're outside them also;
You're engrossed in liila's flow, and You're in the timeless abode.
For those with and without form, with no virtue or beyond all traits,
In Your sublime ideation, instantly they tend to faint.

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Our very own

(893)  Vishve jagaye triloka kanpaye

Earth awakened, the three worlds^[1] were shook;
You'd come with beauty and affection.
Setting many stanzas to music's octave,
You'd composed with love.

With unknown strings upon an unfamiliar lyre,
Earth's rumbling voice was made to quiver.
To drive from mind the pain of loneliness,
You scattered the fragrance of consciousness.

The human race had understood their Maker:
He is nearer and dearer than everyone.
Impregnating their every thought,
Lo, this wellspring is ever active.

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My one desire

(892)  Tandra bheunge dio

Shatter my inertia
With a thunderclap.
Keep alive hope's lamp,
Unflickering mid my ignorance.

On my journey to the light, never closed be my eyes;
Should the way be lost, of the quest may I not tire.
As if to glaze sandalpaste with moonlight,
Let your voice always arise with a smile upon my sky.

I do not want a soft and milk-white bed,
Nor do I want some richly colored dress.
I don't want the dogged shame of getting lost;
I want just light, more light, and still more light;
That light will take me to the place all limits end.

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Higher and higher

(891)  Bhalobesechi hiya sanpechi

I have loved, my heart I've entrusted;
Still, my Darling did not come, He did not come.
Picking flowers from the garden,
A garland I have strung; yet no offering was done.

My mental altar I have kept adorned;
I've spread His seat with love and affection.
From my heart-flame, a lamp I've lit;
But árati^[1] did not happen.

With abstract sandalpaste, I'd removed impurity,
Being sprinkled with rágánugá bhakti.
Now in rágátmiká I've forgot myself;
I've forgot all pangs of my heart.^[2]

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Talking to oneself

(890)  Vijane basiya kii jena kahile

What's that you said, seated solitarily?
Who knows the words; to whom did you speak?
For what strange place did you laugh and leave,
Blithely forgetting me?

How many days and months have passed?
Years then decades, they've elapsed.
My eyes tear up, by that topic beset,
Again and again in reminiscence.

Alone and ever waiting in maya's garden,
A song of bygone days comes floating in.
That sweet memory, that unforgettable hymn,
Is filled with love of the infinite.

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All in good time

(889)  Tomar lagi rati jagi

<sup>On account of You, awake at night,
Garland in hand, I sat waiting.
But came You not nor did You speak;
On that dark night, why not arrive?

In the far firmament, the moonbeams,
They had been begging for Thee...
They had suffused my heart-sky
With sundry tunes and melodies.
Then, suddenly, my lamp of hope
Extinguished on that cruel night,
It was sleep that alit upon my eyelids.

Now the rays of the moon, they have faded away;
And it is dark, with darkness on all sides.
Despite my amassed despair,
The gloom that has filled my mind,
Still I love You with the same faith;
With hope to attain, I remain wild.</sup>

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